The Calm before the Storm

Whoever came up with the above phrase was quite right. There’s always a calm before a storm. Knowing this makes me feel ominous – as though on edge, waiting for the next storm to attack. And when it does arrive, we enjoy saying that Continue reading “The Calm before the Storm”

People Always Leave

My heart fell when I heard the inevitable news. There were so many reasons as to why this was happening – I was trying hard to be optimistic and look at the bigger picture. It doesn’t reveal itself to me immediately, it takes time – it’s as though slowly, piece by piece, God explains the wisdom behind His decisions. He does it only when He knows I’m ready to understand it. Continue reading “People Always Leave”

Perspective

You know how you help a stranger out of courtesy because you have good manners but they don’t appreciate your input and instead assume you’re a know-it-all?

Yeah. I didn’t either. Continue reading “Perspective”

Tears

My voice trembles as I feel the first signs of tears coming on. My heart is too heavy with the emotion it carries and it spills forth the only way it knows how – through my eyes. The times I try to suppress this within myself – I feel a sharp stab of pain in my right palm, as though someone has Continue reading “Tears”

PSA: The Desi Muslim Prejudice

“She wears a scarf on her head. Ofcourse she’s more religious than you.”

“She wears a scarf on her head but she was speaking to a guy? She’s going to go burn in hell.”

“Is that how she’s dressed?! But isn’t she a Pakistani? Gosh, her parents must be liberals.”

“Oh my God hasn’t anyone taught her that if even an inch of your hair shows through your scarf – you’re not a Muslim and you don’t know how to practise your religion?” (aka burning in hell)

“She’s a Muslim but she doesn’t wear the hijab, so obviously she is not as close to her deen.”

Have I sufficiently prefaced this yet? Continue reading “PSA: The Desi Muslim Prejudice”

A Wake Up Call

In an attempt to postpone the moment I’d have to jump in to work on the truckload of assignments I have for this week, I was browsing my Twitter feed post my usual email + Instagram check. Or it could also be due to the fact that my fingers feel bereft if left a moment alone without the familiar feeling of scrolling on my phone (A tragic addiction we don’t need to draw attention to right now). I was bombarded by the usual feel-good updates, when I read something that didn’t hit me until much later in the day. Continue reading “A Wake Up Call”